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Author note: wow, I am in a big time fanfic mood. I decided to post this, finally. I wrote it on March ninth, of this year, when my marauders were breaking up. It's a kind of dark drabble and I hope…enjoy? I don't know. Just review.
"Inseparable"Why is it I am always left in the dust? James and Sirius are such good friends that they forget to look out of their perfect little friendship bubble and think about other people. They tend to forget about the other two people in our little quartet. More often than not, peter and I are left toddling behind James and Sirius while they wave to their fans.
But it's more than that.
You would think that when they were away from the fans, they'd include us more. But whenever we go out together it ends up with me and Peter talking and James and Sirius picking up and checking out girls.
And now they've found an even higher way to exclude me. Peter has found his niche on the dark side. But James and Sirius are both dead. Even in death they're inseparable. I know it's bitter to think like this but don't I have a right to? I'm all alone. Undoubtedly, it's unintentional and it almost makes sense, but once in a while, that old twinge of jealousy comes back.
For a while, I had Sirius all to myself. Even though I missed James with all my heart, it was nice and easier to be a duo instead of a trio. When you're a trio, someone always gets left behind and more often than not it's the werewolf. Once in a while I think about how we were supposed to be the marauders but we always split into twos.
People think we had the perfect friendship but that is so far from true. Things on the outside, when we're out in public, that's a front. We have crumbled from the inside.
A/N: sorry, it's depressing, I know. But it was how I was feeling at the time. Now that I reflect on it, it really was more about my friends and me than it was about the real marauders. Just felt like posting it. Review, please.